Mithering on the Trent barmaid, Tracy Brassingthwaite, is recovering after the minor faux pas of nodding at a man in the street.
'All right, me duck,' said Tracy, in her comedy northern accent. 'It was so embarrassing, I thought I knew him, but I didn't, he just looked vaguely interesting.'
The man said 'She nodded at me, so I thought that we knew each other, but now I am not so sure. I go into town these days, since the lockdown, and people I have never seen before nod at me as if in some form of greeting.'
'Now I think about it all,' said Tracy, 'he wasn't a bad sort, and I am single. Maybe the next time I see him, I will say hello.'